Jessica G.

In the Seattle Post-Intelligencer yesterday, some Scary Sadshaw (yes, we stole that phrase from Gawker's Emily Gould) writes about how she recently got creeped out by watching a scary movie at 3 a.m. in her own apartment. She calls it being "scared single." For singles, she argues, "Fear is a luxury [because] after all, when you find a spider the size of a baseball mitt in your bathtub, you're the one who has to get rid of it." As someone who has lived alone, lived with female roommates, and with a boyfriend, I have to say that while I never felt UNsafe living alone, I feel safer living with my dude. I have been known to make him investigate noises, but mostly because I'm too lazy to get out of bed. I'd say the spider killing is a 50/50 proposition. I felt safest of all, though, living with two female roommates, because we were all in different bedrooms. My thinking was like this: if someone is going to come in and murder us, my bedroom is furthest from the front door. That chick whose room is facing the street is totally fucked though. Whoops!